of course I want to write
what everyone likes
and I want to like
everything I read
but we’re all different

our hearts
our minds
our thoughts
our intake

so being “all”
wouldn’t work
and to write what I know
what’s inside
seems wrong

so I’ve gotten married
this fairytale life
that plays out like
a nightmare
but I can’t explain it

maybe I’ll create a website
in secret
no name
no identity
just a heart

expressing out loud
is what I do
but expressing out loud
is what I “can’t” do
so all of me’s inside

sometimes hiding
always waiting
wondering
when tears will fall

I’m not here to make sense
I’m here to BE love
but in marriage
sometimes that seems
difficult